"Null. Nothing. His bloodline ans nothing!"
The hall erupted with laughter.
"Nothing bloodline! Hahaha!"
"Even a pig bloodline gives you sothing! He has nothing!"
"Perfect for Shen Yan. The clown finally got his clown bloodline!"
Laughter crashed over from every side, sharp and cruel.
My fists trembled. My heart hamred against my ribs.
Null Bloodline. Nothing.
Even I couldn’t understand it. Was it really nothing? Was my fate sealed here, mocked to death in front of everyone?
"Now get out! Let the goddess co to the stage!"
"You trash!"
"Don’t dirty the stage with your feet!"
"Hurry up, clown; don’t waste the goddess’s ti!"
Voices fired at from every direction, each one sharper than the last.
"Null Bloodline? Hah! More like ’Nothing-at-all Bloodline!’"
"He’s a joke. His sister’s a goddess, and he’s nothing. How pathetic."
I couldn’t even tell who was saying what anymore. The words just kept piling up, sharp and cruel, until they all sounded the sa.
Even the principal and the teachers... They weren’t even trying to hide it. I caught them smiling, chuckling under their breath, their eyes filled with mockery.
"Waste of a seat at the ceremony," one teacher muttered.
"Should’ve given his slot to soone useful," another said.
My head dropped.
My steps were slow. Heavy. Each one felt like dragging chains.
I just wanted to disappear.
But then—
[Bloodline Awakening in Progress 5%...]
"What... the fuck?" I froze. A voice? In my head?
I slapped my ear, looking around. Nobody else reacted.
[Bloodline Awakening in Progress 15%...]
My eyes widened. "No. No way. "Again?!" My voice shook. I forced myself to laugh, but my throat was dry. "What is this, a mic in my brain? So prank?"
But inside, my stomach twisted. If anyone else heard this, I was finished. Trash was one thing. Trash and crazy? They’d never let live it down.
I held my head, confused, my heart pounding. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I stepped down from the stage and walked back into the crowd like a nobody.
For them, it was over. Shen Yan, the trash. The joke of the ceremony.
But inside my head... that strange voice is still echoing.
[Bloodline Awakening in Progress 25%...]
Now it was my sister’s turn.
I already knew she would awaken sothing extraordinary. I didn’t even need to see it. I already knew the answer.
But the mont she stepped onto the stage, my eyes betrayed .
Her short black skirt swayed with each step, showing her hips, so that from where I stood, I could see the curve of her round, perfect buttocks.
The fabric clung to her thighs and lifted just enough when she walked that my breath caught.
Damn. Sotis I forgot she was my sister. Sotis she didn’t look like family—she looked like temptation manifested into human form. And that thought disgusted as much as it thrilled .
The schoolyard was quiet, all eyes following her. Her blouse stretched against her chest, her skirt swayed, and her long black hair cascaded down her back like silk.
Every boy in the crowd was biting their lips. And drooling from their mouth. And ? My throat was dry.
She placed her hand on the crystal.
And then—light. Brighter than anything before her. It wasn’t just glowing. It was blazing, flooding the sky, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
And suddenly, the crystal was glowing red.
Everyone gasped. The sound was so loud it drowned the silence. Even the principal stood up so fast his chair clattered to the floor.
A phenonon like this... had never been seen in our city.
"Mythic Bloodline! Divine Seraph Bloodline!" The announcer’s voice cracked as he shouted it.
My jaw dropped. My sister... my sister had awakened a mythic bloodline.
I knew she had a ninety per cent chance at Legendary, but this? Mythic? No one in this entire region had awakened one in decades.
This wasn’t just talent for guilds or universities anymore. This was at the national level. The kind of talent countries would go to war for.
The crowd went insane.
"Impossible!"
"A Mythic here? In this backwater city?"
"She’s a goddess! A goddess descended!"
"Divine Seraph... She’s beyond human now!"
Girls scread. Boys clutched their hair in disbelief. So even fainted.
And the principal? He was already fumbling for his phone, sweat running down his forehead.
"Quick! Connect to the president of the Superhuman Association! Hurry! We need to secure her before another country catches wind of this. Do you hear ? Now!"
His hands shook as he barked orders. "Seal this ceremony hall! No information leaves this building until we lock her status as a national asset!"
Because if they didn’t move fast, another country would steal her away. And losing a mythic bloodline... ant losing the future.
Everyone was still in awe of my sister, staring at her like she was a goddess.
People were still gasping, screaming, and whispering like mad.
Even the scouts turned rabid the second her light flared. Papers flying, phones out, shouting over each other like gamblers throwing their last coins.
"I don’t care what the budget is—triple the scholarship! Do you hear ? Triple it!"
"Secure her at all costs! If another university snatches her, we’re finished!"
Their voices overlapped until it was just noise in my head, like vultures fighting over a carcass. And that carcass... was my sister.
Nobody had even processed what they’d just seen.
And then—
Then the air changed around us. A heavy blast of air hit , slamming against my chest, pulling at my clothes. My hair whipped around my face.
It wasn’t strange at all. It was the air from the helicopter blades.
And just as that odd voice in my head faded, another sound roared over it—loud, chanical, drowning everything else.
Whup-whup-whup.
I flinched, hands clamping over my ears. "What the fuck..." I muttered.
Heads turned upward.
A helicopter.
The wind from its blades blasted across the school ground, ripping skirts and forcing people to shield their faces.
"Move! Move!" The principal’s voice cracked through the mic, urgent and panicked.
The crowd scattered, pushing and stumbling as the helicopter descended to the ground.
A mont later, the helicopter landed on the school ground.
Two n stepped down.
They wore official uniforms, long coats with the emblem of the National Superhuman Association on their chest.
And they weren’t just any n.
They were the two most handso n in the whole nation. Tall, broad-shouldered, their aura was so strong it felt like their aura was pushing everyone away. Each step pushed the crowd back without a word.
We moved without even realising it. That was the power of an S-rank aura. That was the aura of mythic bloodlines raised to their peak.
My eyes widened. It was my first ti seeing them—two S-rank Mythics—face to face, in real life.
The crowd froze for a second. Then it exploded.
"Ahhh! It’s Lin Tian!" A girl scread, her hands clasped tight.
"Dragon Fist! He’s even more handso than the TV!"
"I’d marry him right now if he looked at once!" Another girl squealed, almost fainting.
The boys weren’t any calr. They were going wild too.
"Holy shit, it’s Xue Jian!"
"Heaven’s Blade himself!"
"No way—two Mythics in one place... this is crazy!"
"Bro, I’d give my arm just to train under them once."
Girls practically glowed, their eyes shining like stars, so screaming, so crying. Boys clenched their fists, faces red with envy and awe.
I recognised them instantly.
Lin Tian, the "Dragon Fist", bearer of the Mythic Azure Dragon Bloodline.
And beside him, cold and sharp, stood Xue Jian, the "Heaven’s Blade", wielder of the Mythic Celestial Sword Bloodline.
The mont they appeared, everyone’s jaws dropped. Everyone’s mouths were wide open, eyes looking at them like a god had descended among pathetic mortals.
They had co... to escort i Lin.
To the National Superhuman Association.
"Where? i Lin?" Lin Tian asked, his voice calm but so heavy it felt like the sky itself pressed down.
The principal stumbled off the stage, nearly tripping over his own leg.
He dropped to his knees before them, his forehead nearly touching the ground.
"Sirs! Please, this way! "Forgive us—this backwater city is unworthy of your presence!" His voice cracked, trembling with fear and worship.
Lin Tian clicked his tongue. "Tch. Quickly. I don’t want to breathe the air of this place any longer than I must."
Nobody dared to move. Their aura pressed on us like a mountain.
Even the teachers who usually strutted with pride kept their heads bowed.
The principal half-crawled as he guided them toward the stage. And there she was—i Lin.
But... no. This wasn’t the i Lin I knew.
She stood there like soone I didn’t know — back straight, chest raised, gaze sharp and rciless. Not my sister. A stranger wearing her face.
She wasn’t the sister who teased , who laughed and stole food from my bowl.
She stood there like a queen, untouchable, cold. Not my sister—
A goddess.
Lin Tian and Xue Jian flanked her like divine guardians as she stepped down.
The whole crowd split apart without being told, bowing their heads as she passed.
I couldn’t stop myself. My throat burnt as I shouted, "Sister! Sister!" waving my hand desperately.
Lin Tian’s brows furrowed, his eyes sliding toward . "Is he your brother?"
The world froze for in that mont. I hoped. I begged silently—just once, just one smile. I needed to believe. She’d never abandon . She couldn’t.
But i Lin smirked, tilting her head, her eyes colder than winter.
"Him? "Don’t insult ," she said, her voice sharp enough for everyone to hear. "How could trash like that be related to ?"
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